The Neighborhood Bunny

My 12 year old daughter loves bunnies, and last summer she found a family that was breeding pet bunnies and letting them run loose in their yard: not a good idea in a suburban neighborhood on the corner of a busy intersection. My daughter tearfully begged to keep the bunnies, but we already have a number of pets. I admired her concern for the bunnies but we could not keep them, so we took them to a rescue organization.
Several months later, we were delighted to discover that a little brown wild bunny was frequently in our yard. It turns out he lives under our garden shed. Yes, he ate off all my croci to the ground, but I figured that is a small price to pay for having such a sweet little resident. Since I won't allow pet bunnies at this point, how nice to have a bunny that I don't have to feed or take to the vet. True, we can't cuddle him like we would a pet bunny, but there is also something so nice about knowing that we have a yard that is welcoming to wild little creatures.

That's a big rabbit! We have tons of regular wild rabbits, so many that I've had to resort to sprinkling organic powder around my flowers to keep the rabbits from eating them. I do still think they're cute though.